Taeyeon lay down in her bed, head still spinning a little from the alcohol, but most of its effects had already worn off. She wasn’t sure if her heart was sinking to her feet or bursting at the seams. She decided that if both were possible, then it was most certainly both. Despite the heaviness of her eyelids and the headache that was crouching, waiting for an opportunity to strike, she felt good. Lighter than she had in months. And yet more grounded. The night had begun with her being, well… stupid. She’d paid off a friend to get her a bottle of wine that night, telling Minjung excitedly that they could have the beverage with the dinner that she’d cook. It had been all planned out: Taeyeon had wanted to get either herself drunk enough to confess her feelings to the older girl or she wanted the older girl drunk enough to make a move on her. They had finished the wine and soon, they were both laughing so hard that tears were escaping their eyes, Taeyeon in a ball of hysterical giggles on the floor. Though the tears from laughter that had been cascading down Taeyeon’s face were soon from something a bit more serious. But as she lay in bed, she was pretty sure that, though the evening didn’t go as she had planned, it had ended up almost better than she could have ever expected. Sure, she hadn’t ended the evening with a girlfriend and she wasn’t in bed with the older girl’s limbs tangled with her own, but she’d acquired a friend. A best friend. And she knew from experience that that meant more than any hookup- any relationship even. And for that, she was more than thankful. She’d confessed. She had known that she would, even if she hadn’t gotten as drunk as she had. It was something that she’d needed to do. And though Minjung had told her that she was dating Gwiboon- just as Taeyeon had expected- the older girl had hugged her and told her that everything would be okay: that she would be there for her. She knew what it was like to have an identity crisis. She knew what it was like to realize that sexuality wasn’t all black and white. And she’d listened to Taeyeon as she poured out her heart- spilled her fears and hopes and dreams. And she’d offered her support. For life. They hadn’t known each other that long, but Taeyeon just knew that she could trust the other girl more than she could trust most people that she’d known her entire life. And the promise of support meant more to her than she could ever express in words. So as she lay there, feeling her eyelids getting heavier with the after-effects of the alcohol, she smiled, feeling warmth in her heart, even as a lone tear slid down her cheek.